So many years I sought you, Mary - In gardens, rooms, cities and mountains, In dumps, whores, in acting schools, In sick beds and in the rooms of mad people,...
Every day, when it gets so very dark That I can read no more, I walk along the street singing, Look at every girl... Whether perhaps - who knows - Today of all days a miracle will take place:...
The folds of the sea crash like whips on my skin. And the stars of the sea tear me apart. The evening of the sea is one of screaming wounds for the lonely, But lovers find the good death of their day dreams......